Rowan

“I don't know what his problem is," I said as Michael and I left the school. "Why would he tell me to be careful if he hates my guts?"
"Because he doesn't hate your guts. I think he likes you." Michael was walking so fast I had to jog to keep up with him. "Isn't it obvious?”
― Michelle Rowen, Reign Check

“You dare speak to me in such an insolent manner?'

'Stop talking like you’re two hundred years old. You’re sixteen, just like me.”
― Michelle Rowen, Reign Fall

“Bite me, Rhys.'

'Where?”
― Michelle Rowen, Reign Fall

“Well...unfortunately there's a little problem," he said.
"What?"
He pointed up. "That."
I looked up to see the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling where I'd hung it three hours before.
"Okay, but what does that-?"
Rhys kissed me.
"I really, really, didn't want to like that," he said.
"Rhys-" But before I could say anything else, he kissed me again and pulled me closer.”
― Michelle Rowen, Reign Check